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CHRISTMAS EVE 


’Tis Christmas Eve! Lo! stars a’sparkle! 

Brighter than on nights of yore, 

And a rare, transcendent rapture 
Enters every pure heart’s door. 

Lo! a picture visualizes, 

Over ’gainst the Eastern sky, 

Of a Babe, so real, yet mystic, 

Which the Magi glorify, 

And a woman bends above Him, 

With the look new mothers wear 
When their thoughts are past expression, 
Even through the lips of prayer. 

Hark! the sound of distant music! 

Myriad angels sweeping by! 

And the shepherds, watching, chanting, 
“Glory be to God on High!” 


THE NEW YEAR 


The New Year comes with its gifts, 

A child wiih its rose-leaf hands, 

Time’s ocean rocks and drifts! 

The blue eyes gleam as he lifts 
His eyes over sun-kissed lands; 

The New Year comes with its gifts. 

Welcome the child as he sifts 

Love’s thistledown over the sands; 

Time’s ocean rocks and drifts! 

Fear the man as he _ lifts 

The Bacchanalian cup! Strong its bands! 

The New Year comes with its gifts. 

The man, grown old, slowly shifts 
Life’s burden and loosening strands; 

Time’s ocean rocks and drifts! 

Through the future’s veil the rifts 
Are revealing life’s treacherous sands; 

The New Year comes with its gifts; 

Shall we gather pearls or drifts? 


A SONG OF GEORGIA 


I love it for its skies of blue, 

O’er which the white clouds float, 
Forever whispering adieu, 

And waving hands remote; 

I love it for its hours of ease, 

Its brilliant stars by night, 

I love it for its zephyr breeze, 

Its sun-kissed days so bright. 

(Chorus) 

And most I love my Georgia land, 
Because that it was there 
My father and my mother 

First breathed the pleasant air. 

I love it for its flowers fair, 

And for its wealth of roses, 

Its golden rod and lilies rare, 

Its long, long list of posies, 

I love it for its carmine hills, 

Its snow-crowned cotton fields, 

I love it for its running rills,— 

For peace which o’er me steals. 

(Chorus) 

I love it for its gentle rains 
That make the violets grow 
Upon the lawns and in the lanes, 
And ’neath the portico;— 

I love it for its solemn pines, 
Through which the winds do sigh, 
And then to grief my heart inclines, 
Although I know not why. 

(Chorus) 


ST. SIMON'S ISLE 


Wouldst thou the thoughts beguile? 

I know a place where breezes blow 
Your troubles back to long ago, 

Where sea and sky are all one hue, 

And every heart shines forth true blue,— 
It is St. Simon’s Isle. 

Wouldst thou the ocean view? 

I know a place, ’tis crescent shaped, 
Where undulating waves have draped 
The beach, with shells embroidered o’er, 
Whisp’ring the deep’s mysterious lore, 
Which young and old pursue. 

And wouldst thou self forget? 

Go then, where waves are circling round 
An Isle, all silence, save the sound 
Of Nature’s ancient, lulling note, 

Of thought and care the antidote, 

Since Man and Sorrow met. 


A SERENADE 


Love, dear love, in darkness I am gazing 

Where dew-kist roses blow against my breast, 
Ah! would that from thy vine-clad casement lean¬ 
ing, 

A glance of thine might still my heart’s unrest; 
Ah! couldst thou hear and answer its complaining, 
This love long cherished and all unconfest! 

My soul’s bars tremble as I lean toward thee, 
They bend and break before my ardent quest. 

Love, dear love, Ah! break away from dreamland! 

And though I would not have thee know unrest, 
If glance from starry eyes did fall upon me, 
The tumult of my heart so unexprest, 

Relief and bliss would find in silent gazing, 

And thus, to thee, dear heart, be manifest, 

And dawn would break upon me with their shin¬ 
ing, 

If in their depths I read that love was guest. 


TO THOSE WHO SLEEP 

Written at the unveiling of the Memorial Tablet at St. Paul’ 
Church, September 26th, 1920. 

All glory to those who sailed away, 

And crost the wide seas o’er, 

That Peace might come with unfurled wing, 

And bloodshed be no more. 

Glory to those who answered the call 
Of the roll in the church so dear, 

As grouped in the aisle and about the door, 

They lustily answered, “Here!” 

Glory be theirs as a halo bright, 

’Till the hair has turned to grey, 

’Till the passing years have ushered in 
A far more glorious day. 

And then,—we turn to the tablet near, 

And can not choose but weep, 

As gaze we on the roses red, 

Love’s gift to those who sleep. 


MACON, GEORGIA, 
September 27, 1920. 


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